Of course, Meng Zuo didn't know what Hu Lao in front of him was thinking, he was panicking now, just thinking about how to perform perfectly in front of everyone.

The interviewer Zhao next to him saw that Hu Lao didn't speak, just looked at Meng Zuo blankly, and continued: "The Central Conservatory of Music in S City is the first in the school this year, we believe and appreciate your strength, but the interview time is limited, and it is impossible for you to play all the instruments once." ”

"Then should I just pick a random instrument?" Meng Zuo was overjoyed, he must have picked a guitar at will, in order to hook up with beauties in college, he has been practicing since high school, and he has never given up the guitar, and his basic skills are quite solid.

"Yes, but ......" Zhao took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Our company has never lacked talents who can play and sing, and what we need more is genius." ”

"Huh?" Meng Zuo heard it, there was something in the words.

"Do you want to be a star?" Teacher Zhao stretched forward and stared at Meng Zuo.

"Uh...... Think. In fact, Meng Zuo didn't think that way, instead of becoming a star, he wanted to go back to his original world to drive, go shopping, and then go back to the villa to sleep.

"Our company, I believe you are no stranger, we have the confidence to package any person and make it popular, but to become a real star, you need not only the support of the platform, but also a thing, called talent!"

Meng Zuo is not a primary school student who has never been in the world, if he doesn't understand this, he will live for twenty-two years in vain, isn't it just to let him be original, isn't it simple?

He hadn't written any songs himself, but it didn't matter, it was another world, so they definitely hadn't heard the songs he had heard in the original world before. Fortunately, he studied music theory, and was personally taught by one of the best music masters in the world, and Meng Zuo suddenly had a bottom in his heart.

He cleared his throat, picked up the guitar from the instrument, and continued to maintain the faint sad appearance just now: "Don't tell the teacher that I did compose songs, and it is really my honor to let me sing my own songs today, then I will be ugly, I hope the teachers will not dislike it." ”

"Yes, neither humble nor arrogant, humble, and a good seedling. Lao Lu nodded, thinking secretly in his heart.

"This song was written when something happened to me. Meng Zuo hugged the guitar, and his eyes instantly became deep, "The song is called "I Am a Little Bird". ”

His former teacher said that he was very talented, but his diligence was a little lacking, and the teacher always asked him to integrate more feelings, so that the music he played would be different.

It's really different!

At the moment when the title of the song blurted out, the three judges were silent, and they found that Meng Zuo's eyes had changed, from being humble and restrained and even a little shy just now, to deep, depressed, and slightly lonely.

Everyone's breathing slowed, waiting for the lonely and depressed young man in front of him to play his song and sing his song.

Just then, the guitar sounded.

He played very lightly, very lightly, and slowly shuttled through the room with a faint melancholy melody. It's this melodic prelude that brings everyone in. Everyone can feel the loneliness of the guitar strings plucking.

Meng Zuo spoke.

"Sometimes I feel like a little bird

I want to fly

But he can't fly high

Maybe one day I'll perch on a branch

But it became the target of hunters

I flew into the sky

Only then did I realize that I had no one to rely on ......"

Meng Zuo's voice is never unpleasant, his voice is very clear, but it does not lose its thickness, his voice is not that immature and youthful, but it gives people a kind of simplicity that has been retained after the vicissitudes of life. If he works hard in another world, he can also become a singer.

Fortunately, Xiao Jiu found him and brought him here.

The three teachers had never heard this song, but they were completely attracted by this sad song, as if they were the little bird, flying desperately, just to have a foothold to perch, but even if they climbed the branches, they would be chased by hunters, and then fly higher, without an acquaintance around them, without a person to rely on.

Lonely, lonely, helpless.

Helpless!

The one who felt the most among the three was Hu Lao, he felt the story in Meng Zuo's song, just like him, desperately climbed to the height, the higher the terrible, the less oxygen, the stronger the wind, if you are not careful, you will be blown down, and you will never be able to climb up again.

"I can't sleep in the dead of night

I wonder if I'm the only one who hasn't gotten better tomorrow

Who knows what the future holds

Whether happiness is just a legend

I'll never find ......"

The moment these lyrics were sung from Meng Zuo's mouth, Hu Lao's eyes turned red, and he remembered the days and nights when he struggled for his dreams every day, remembered the tossing and turning in bed when he was confused and couldn't sleep at night, and remembered the despair when he lost his relatives and lost his direction......

Hu Lao looked at the young man in front of him who was playing and singing affectionately, and his eyes showed different feelings.

Does this word also contain his story?

Hu Lao closed his eyes, he had been sitting in the position of the chief interviewer for seven years, and he didn't want others to see him cry.

But the song continues, and Meng Zuo continues to sing.

Meng Zuo's hand plucking the strings suddenly strengthened, the guitar became louder, the melody of the music intensified, and when it reached its apex, he sang the chorus of the song

"I'm a little bird

I want to fly, I want to fly

But he can't fly high

I searched and searched

Seek and seek

A warm embrace

Does such a request count

Too high ......"

Meng Zuo's voice suddenly raised, and he sang the chorus twice in a row, each time it was higher and higher, but when it came to the last sentence "Such a request is not too high", his voice dropped again, and the deep voice accompanied by the passionate music gave people a huge sense of contrast.

When everyone thinks the song is over

Sing again!

"Whoever knows my name, how are you?

The world is so small, we are destined to have nowhere to escape

When I tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection

When you decide to burn for your ideals

The pressure of life and the dignity of life

Which one is important......

Hu Lao's eyes finally opened, tears burst out when Meng Zuo sang "Which is more important, the pressure of life or the dignity of life", he clenched his fists tightly, his body trembled slightly, his reason finally couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, tears fell down his cheeks to the collar, and then slowly faded.

The song resounded as the question of the dignity of life ended.

"I'm a little bird

I want to fly, I want to fly

But he can't fly high

I searched and searched

Seek and seek

A warm embrace

Does such a request count

Too high

Such a request

Counts or not

Too high ......"

The singing stopped abruptly, the guitar suddenly stopped, and Meng Zuo stood motionless in front of the three teachers.

Gradually, a crystal tear flowed from his eyes.

He let out a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, although they were not messy at all, and bowed earnestly to the three teachers.

Calm.

Long calm.

Not a single person spoke.

After nearly a minute, Hu Lao asked in a still trembling voice:

"Child, how many times have you been slapped by life?"